There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

It Will Get Lighter

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

"Put a blanket."

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there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Rain, starting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

i dont understand magnetisation

division of reality is straying away from it

magnetises a pin